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Why me God!!!!??? Why always me?!?!?!

Wed Jun 11, 2008, 9:55 AM
  • Mood: Vengeful
  • Listening to: friend on the phone
  • Reading: my own wtiting
  • Watching: computer
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: brownie
  • Drinking: milk
Okee, it's the first day of summer vacation. Yay for that..... buttt. I was outside barefoot and My feet were starting to burn on the rocks so I jumped into the grass were I landed right on a bee. AHHHHHHH!!!!


THE FIRST DAY AND i HAVE ALREADY GOTTEN STUNG!!!!!!! gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Anyway.... my sisters baby was born and is doing well yayayay^^


well bye bye

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:iconlinkthehero13:
hahahahahahahaha!! yous gots pwned by a bee! XD

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'Get the Firehouse, cause she sets my soul on fire'
:icontwilt-ninja:
shut up ^^

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They are our memories. The memories of the people that have become our friends and families. Memories we made simply by living. Though I am sorry for all this pain, they should not be forgotten. So, I will always miss you.
love-your Angel
:iconlinkthehero13:
I mowed mah grandma's lawn wiz mah shirt off and no bees stung me cause they sawz me and waz like "Damn! We all better not sting him cause he all sexy!" And waz like "Hellz yesh!" XD

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'Get the Firehouse, cause she sets my soul on fire'
:icontwilt-ninja:
oh yeahz sure

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They are our memories. The memories of the people that have become our friends and families. Memories we made simply by living. Though I am sorry for all this pain, they should not be forgotten. So, I will always miss you.
love-your Angel
:iconlinkthehero13:
oh yea, uz just jealous.... ;P
ya..at Teen Leadership...there were abunch of lil red bug things and I kept squishing them with mah hand til my hand was covered wit bug blood! XD

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'Get the Firehouse, cause she sets my soul on fire'
:icontwilt-ninja:
uhhhh charming.

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They are our memories. The memories of the people that have become our friends and families. Memories we made simply by living. Though I am sorry for all this pain, they should not be forgotten. So, I will always miss you.
love-your Angel

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